She propped herself against the pillows on Polidori’s bed, the eiderdown pulled up over her lap to ward off the evening chill, her master spreadsheet and document open on the laptop. With gloved hands, she turned the pages of the ledger.
Polidori had spent the summer and autumn recuperating under the care of his father and Mrs. Hicks in a rented estate on the shores of Loch Lomond in Scotland. There was little to no mention of Officer Hamilton in the remaining pages, other than that he was alive. In one section, to Rachel’s horror, twelve straight pages had been carefully cut from the binding. The loss made her heart ache. Not just for them but for history. She could hardly believe there was not a single letter of correspondence between them. If only to acknowledge the bond created by tha
